Some Things Just Don't Translate

I'm finally in the swing of my trip here and really gotten to know the lay of the land. I know the best places to go for anything I could need, how to get to necessary places, I have mass times memorized, etc...
This also means I've taken a fair amount of notes regarding the differences and similarities between the Spaniards I've met and myself.
Such as:
It is custom here to kiss a person on each cheek when you meet them. I'm not much of a toucher (unless it's Natalie and I want to make her uncomfortable) so kissing as a greeting is way out of my comfort zone.
It is very common to see panty-hosed, high heeled, skirted, pea-coated, helmet wearing women on motorcycles. And they zip around the traffic like no man's business.
If tomorrow when I boarded the metro, a man of 70 or 80 years stopped dead in his tracks to stare at me for an incredibly uncomfortable amount of time (only stopping when forced to as the metro takes off), it wouldn't be the first time.
I'm ALWAYS the "over umbrella", as I've come to call it. It's been raining a lot lately (which is NOT normal) and every head is covered by an umbrella. I'm quite taller than the average Sevillano. As a result, when I pass other people with umbrellas I am the one that has to lift my umbrella allowing them to lower theirs to keep them from colliding. I've only gotten to lower mine TWICE since I've been here.
Old men are ridiculously forward... Did I mention that?
The supermarkets here sell NOTHING. Not even magazines. Just food, and not even that much. If there's something a special you want, it's probably got it's own store. Like bread, everyday Spaniards buy bread. And NOT from the supermarket, from a bakery. Candy? Not at a supermarket. At a candy store. SOOOoo, this has made finding ANYTHING a little bit of a trip.
Spaniards are NOT afraid to make noise. In the US, if someone is slamming stuff around, they're probably a little miffed. Here, that's just how everyone is ALL the time. I still haven't gotten used to it.
I just learned that my host mom, Mari, is separated, not widowed. This came as quite a shock to me. But it's good for me because she has this vase in the family room that I always assumed was her husband's ashes... I can now stop avoiding it.
My host mother always:
Puts a tablecloth down before we eat.
Gives almost every food its own plate.
Wears a cute little pink track suit around the house if she has no were to go.
Puts her hair in curlers quite often. If she doesn't feel like using them, she just kinds of rolls her hair without them and pins it in place (this is quite the sight).
Uses the FUNNIEST hand gestures.
Gets really close to me/Samara/whoever when she talks to them.

Mari's sons are 30 and 31. The older is married. She still cooks for them quite often, and the younger lived with her up until just last year, this is not uncommon. It's almost their custom to live with their family until marriage.

Spaniards are quite... rough... sounding. In America, we constantly say "please, thank you, excuse me, would you mind..." Not here. It's, "talk to me, don't, give me it," and there's rarely any "thank you"s or "excuse me"s. It's all about the tone they say it in. It's not mean, it's just cutting the fluff off daily speech.

As far as my daily life, I've been trapped indoors a lot, due to a cold and the rain. It's no big deal though. I'm enjoying spending time with Mari and reading my Harry Potter (Spanish translation).
Yet, on Thursday, I did pay for my trip to Morocco (half with my parent's money because a lot of people here are having major ATM problems and I didn't have enough cash). I was also stood up (as was half of my school) by my intercambio at the school's party that was thrown for us to meet them. An intercambio is just a local Spanish person. Each student gets paired with a one. It's to help with our Spanish, networking, or learn a little more culture from.
I also got a 95 on my first test! Friday night I went out and got felt up by a bouncer (My Spanish is still not strong enough to know how to tell someone off... He's lucky). And Sunday I went to mass with Mari, this time at her normal church and not at the cathedral. So, there was music!
Next week is gonna be awesome! Thursday is my birthday (it's supposed to rain, oh, well). Friday is our day for final exams (because it's the end of our "intensive period"). And Saturday I go to Morocco. About half the girls at cc-cs are going so I'm VERY excited.